Our reason to get drunk
They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell. Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left. They […]
Iron Man
A Man of fortitude shall forge Himself, and know how iron can be tied to muscle-manacles, be gasoline and guns be best to boast but loath how flowers can be […]
Tying the knots
My mother is gone. She actually started to leave long before we realized the depth of her dementia, but when summer was just beginning, she left us for good. Now, […]
Phoenix
Caged in his solitude, moonless and lost the ancient librarian shuffles through dust of seemingly identical chambers for a single truthful apparition in the pulp-fiction-platitudes left in the wake of […]
The librarian’s speech
You have passed me; as a ship in search of its harbor or as the wind turning my encyclopedia pages from sage into sinner. I know of your dreams, how […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 